I hide it.
I smile and I laugh and I play.
I only scream inside.
I only cry inside.
The tears dampen the flame of motivation until only ashes are left.
Echoes of feelings that can never be rekindled.
Can never come back.
And I can cry no more.
In the end, all things change, and all things are used up.
And now my tears are used up, and I have no more to give.
So I sit.
In numbness and pain.
In darkness of light.
In the shadows of the sun.
In silence.
Screaming.